A/N: Ugh, the next chapter of DWF still isn't done…it's giving me hell. Hopefully it'll be done today though. Anyway…SHOUTOUTS! It's been a while since I've done this.

Becca T: Glad you're enjoying my story so far…I can see Donnie being excited over stuff like that, can't you? Anywho, thanks for the review! Enjoy the next chapter.

Linchi: I'm just still in awe that you're actually reading this for me…I know you don't go for humor that well! Thanks for the review, hopefully this chapter will provide some insight on what I have in store for my favorite guy in green.

Pacphys: Standardized testing….don't even get me started. Yucky. Yes, Mikey should have been paying a lot more attention in the museum…but it's Mikey. Of course he wasn't. Where am I going with this? Hmm…you'll just have to see, won't you?

Lunar-Ninja: Yes, I am very proud of you! I love all the Lion King movies unconditionally. (duh). Glad you like my sense of humor! Hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Dorcus: Yes, you are absolutely right. So here is your chapter! Unfortunately, you still won't know when he is, in this chapter, anyway.

Leo oneal: I'm continuing, I'm continuing! Glad for the review.

The REAL Cheese Monkey: Wait no longer, the next chapter is here!

Chapter 1

I was cold. Freezing. Why was I so cold? I hate cold!

The last thing I remembered was being with April and my brothers in the museum. I wrenched my eyes open, and found the answer to why I was so cold.

I was lying on my back in a puddle. The human clothes I had been wearing in the museum had disappeared. Just as well, they slow us down a little when we need to fight.

A shadow passed over me, and I found myself looking into the curious brown eyes of a cow. "What are you lookin' at?" I mumbled, getting to my feet, water dripping off my body and back into the puddle. The cow stared at me like I was a crazy person. "I don't like puddles." I told it. I blinked. Oh great, I was explaining myself to a cow.

I looked around. I was standing in the middle of a large field, or maybe a pasture. A forest edged one side, and I could just barely make out the outline of a village at the end of the field. The sky was gray, and the grass under my feet was wet, as if it had just finished raining.

I highly doubted I was in New York anymore, and I wasn't even sure if I was still in the United States.

I reached into my belt, hoping I could find my shell cell and figure out where I was. I'd probably get a lecture from Leo…I can just hear it: 'Mikey, you know sensei said to never do any international travelling without our knowledge.' Crazy overprotective brothers.

My fingers grasped something, but it wasn't my shell cell. Drawing the object out of my belt, I raised it to my face and stared at it in shock.

It was the ring April and I had been looking at back in the museum. The one she said belonged to that king…the name escaped me at the moment. King Freddy or Dorkus or something.

I made my way to a fallen log and sat down. Where the shell was I? My shell cell had disappeared; there was no way to contact anyone. We all need alone time, but not in different countries! Besides, I'm a very social turtle. I needed my family.

I held the ring up once more and examined it. It was a thick gold band, with a large red stone – probably a ruby – set into it. I dropped it back into my belt and sighed. Wherever I was, I had to get home. Duh.

My head shot up as I heard voices, and a sound like a few dozen horses galloping towards me. I looked around, and quickly concealed myself behind a bush. Peeking out from under the branches, I could make out the slender legs of a white horse.

"The guards are becoming too careless!" A man's rough voice rang out over the open field.

"Or perhaps there is a conspirator in our midst…" A slightly younger voice joined in.

"Well, let us get the holly root for Coen and get out of here. The moor is an odd place."

"Yes, very well."

The voices began to fade, and I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. I slowly began to rise to see if they had gone, when good old fate decided to rear its ugly head. That fate is hideous, let me tell you. Trust me, we see enough of it.

As I stood, my foot caught in an uprooted tree branch, and I fell to the ground with a yell, straight back into the puddle I had been lying in before. Joy. I soon found myself looking into the bearded face of a large man. "Uh...hi?"

"Demon!" The younger man with him hissed. His brown hair fell in his eyes, and he looked about my age. He fumbled with a chain around his neck and pulled out a cross. I stared at it. "Um…nice jewelry." What did they call that in New York? Bling or something? Nah, I'll stick with jewelry.

The man's widened in shock and he staggered backwards. "It is immune! Trained by the devil itself!"

I looked around. My head was killing me, and these two whackos weren't making it any better. That always happens. Whenever you have a headache, some idiot pops out of nowhere and asks stupid questions. "Who is?"

The man's eyes bugged out, and I was pretty sure they were going to pop out any minute and roll away. Seriously, you could like, see the veins popping. "You are not a demon?"

I looked down at myself. "I wasn't last time I checked."

Bug-Eyes turned to Bearded Dude. "What say you?"

The guy stroked his beard, staring at me, and apparently thinking hard. I should have jumped to my feet and ran. That's what I should have done. But I didn't. Instead, I just sat there in a mud puddle, staring at this guy like an idiot.

"Well…" he said, still stroking his beard. For a moment he reminded me of Santa Claus, but only for a moment. He was too skinny to be Santa Claus.

"Well what?" I asked irritably. I wasn't too comfortable sitting on my ass in a puddle.

He looked at me, surprised. "Hmm…" he went back to stroking his beard. Jeez, if he kept stroking it like that, it was gonna fall off! Suddenly he looked shocked. "The ring…" he whispered so softly I wasn't sure I heard him right.

I blinked. "What did you say?"

The bearded man pointed an accusing finger at me. "Thief! Liar! Scoundrel!"

I held up my hands in defense. "Hey, I'm no thief!" Liar and scoundrel I'm not so sure about.

The man raised a brow. "No? Then what is that!" he hissed, pointing. I followed the direction he was pointing in, and my eyes came to rest on that stupid ring that had been in the museum, which was now lying in a patch of moss where I had dropped it. April had said it belonged to the king…

My eyes widened with realization. They must think I stole the ring! "Look…" I said, beginning to slowly crawl backwards. "I didn't steal your ring, I don't know how I got it, but you can take it, I don't want it…"

"Nice try, demon." Bug-Eyes hissed at me. "You have committed treason against our king."

"Uh…right…" I said, standing up slowly and backing away, my hands in front of me. All the while thinking, 'What in the world is treason?'Suddenly I bumped into something. Whirling around, I saw it was another horse…with another rider on it. I turned in a full circle. I was surrounded. How had I missed this? Some ninja I was. Extra practice for me.

Bearded Dude fixed me with cold eyes. "Seize him."

Now, I've watched enough James Bond movies to know what that means! Thankfully, I still had my nunchucks with me. I spun them as the circle of men began to close around me.

"YAAH!" With a yell, I threw myself at the first guy I saw. He jumped aside just in time, and I landed heavily on my feet. While I was distracted, one of his buddies planted a powerful kick to my shell, sending me sprawling on my stomach.

I managed to turn myself over onto my back, but that's as far as I got before I was totally buried under about ten guys. I tried to keep fighting, but I was tired, my head hurt, and you try throwing ten huge guys wearing armor off you! Finally I stopped struggling and lay on the ground panting. Two men pinned me down to make sure I wasn't going anywhere.

Bearded Dude and his buggy-eyed buddy stood over me. "What should we do about it, James?" Bug-Eye asked, nodding his head toward me. So his name is James…That was good to know. I was tired of calling him Bearded Dude anyway.

James' hand automatically went to his beard. Surprise. "Well…I have heard the king was in need of new entertainment…" he looked at me long and hard, until I began to wish I were still wearing my human clothes. Finally he tore his gaze away from me. "We shall take him to court. Let the king decide what to do with him."

Bug-Eyes (whose real name I still didn't know) nodded and motioned to the two men pinning me to the ground. They heaved me up and pinned my arms behind my back.

James approached me. "Demon, if we let your hands go free while we ride back to court, do you promise to not bewitch us or try any tomfoolery?"

Tomfoolery! What the heck? Who in the world uses stupid words like that anymore? Finally I decided to be good for these idiots, so later it would be easier to trust me. Plus, they thought I was some kind of powerful demon. That could be useful later. I nodded.

James looked surprised that I could understand what he was saying, even though I had talked to him quite nicely just a few minutes before.

A gray gelding was lead into the circle. The thing was huge! Looking around, I noticed everyone else had mounted their horses, and were staring at me, waiting to get on mine.

I had no idea how to get on this horse. Of all the things they teach you when you're a ninja, mounting a horse is not one of them. At least, not when you live in the sewer. I've never heard of anyone flushing their pet horse down the toilet. I kept circling the horse, pretending I was looking for flaws or something. Actually, I don't know what in the world I was doing. Stalling, I guess.

Anyway, finally James and Bug-Eye came up to me. "Do you not know how to get on the horse, Demon?" I guess there are no horses where demons come from, either.

I shook my head, embarrassed. "Um…no, I don't."

James dropped down from his horse, then lead me through the steps of mounting a horse. Finally I was on the stupid thing. Once James was back on his horse, he barked an order which I couldn't quite hear. But I sure felt it. Because once James said that one word, my horse, along with all the others, was off like a shot.

That horse could go fast! It could probably outrun the Battle Shell! I swear I almost fell off like, eight times. Whoever these guys were, they didn't use saddles. I hope my horse didn't mind a giant turtle clinging to its mane for dear life.

We rode like that for a good thirty minutes. I've heard of getting carsick, and seasick, but never horse sick, which is what I was by the time we reached wherever it was we were going.

When James gave the order to stop, I jumped off the horse without even looking around to see where I was now. I stumbled over to some patch of dirt, and promptly threw up…on someone's shoes. I looked up and found myself looking into the terrified face of a woman, whose shoes were now the lovely color of vomit.

This was definitely going to get interesting.

A/N: Hmm….so you still don't know when I sent him. Haha, you're just gonna have to wait for the next chapter.